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Sense of Direction
This time two months ago, I’d gotten back from my trip to Europe. I’d done a bit of work for the PCF, and was enjoying settling back down to a stable existence. I had an idea of what I’d be doing for the next 6 months, and felt that I could see vaguely what would happen in the future.
Now all of that’s changed. I’m not sad: I still love working for the PCF and living in Northampton. I’ve got good friends here, and I get to play frisbee a bunch. But it feels like I’m just living day-to-day. I don’t have any idea what I’ll be doing in 3 months, much less 6 or 12. I feel lost in my own life, and I’m not sure how to find the direction that I used to have. I guess it took me a while to find it before, and it happened without any real planning on my part; I’ll just have to stay hopeful that it’ll fall into place again.
